Brother lives there, said it's quite nice - just wasn't sure if that was lying because he wanted to pretend his LDN dream move was working, or if he was telling the truth, that he, a jock, was working in London AND surviving. I'm gracing London with my presence in late March for several days as one of the greatest bands ever has reformed. Already begun preparing my survival kit in case society breaks down again like when Innocent Career Criminal Mark Duggan got shot and the population of disenchanted coons went apeshit. <devpun>
Bay City Rollers getting back together are they? Ps. We're overdue a riot. And I could do with a new smart telly.
Got it in one, mate, and us jocks are getting our flares and platforms on and coming to London to kick **** out of you Southern fairies YAAAAAAAAAAAASSSS please log in to view this image
That dude's got bigger platforms than Kings Cross! Egham is in Surrey. You can take a brisk walk to Runnymede, and the JFK and RAF monuments are nearby, too. Dr. Seuss was based in Egham during WW2, and the title of his book Green Eggs and Ham was inspired by his description of the town: 'I do not like green Egham,' he told his flight sergeant Sam. 'I do not like them Sam I Am.'
This may be slightly off topic, but why do women always ask what is happening in the film before you are even supposed to know. Why don't they just watch the ****ing thing to find out?
Nice What do you do with the sticks after they have been whittled? Also, any news on the movers and shakers on your "Likes" thread? Thanks in advance.
By Allan stream I chanc'd to rove, While Phoebus sank beyond Benledi; The winds are whispering thro' the grove, The yellow corn was waving ready: I listen'd to a lover's sang, An' thought on youthfu' pleasures mony; And aye the wild-wood echoes rang- "O, dearly do I love thee, Annie! "O, happy be the woodbine bower, Nae nightly bogle make it eerie; Nor ever sorrow stain the hour, The place and time I met my Dearie! Her head upon my throbbing breast, She, sinking, said, 'I'm thine for ever!' While mony a kiss the seal imprest- The sacred vow we ne'er should sever." The haunt o' Spring's the primrose-brae, The Summer joys the flocks to follow; How cheery thro' her short'ning day, Is Autumn in her weeds o' yellow; But can they melt the glowing heart, Or chain the soul in speechless pleasure? Or thro' each nerve the rapture dart, Like meeting her, our bosom's treasure?
A saw a moose Run intae ma hoose Ah shat a goose Noo there's some smelly ouse Aboot ma hoose N the moose is still loose Chips n gravy on Mindy Night
Dev fought for Queen and country He has a little picture of Lizzy on his bedside table and cried when George was born.
